As daylight appears above the earth horizon
My thoughts begin with this perpetual race
In which my inner voice always steps in to the rescue
On the pretense of reassurance,
Whisper the very same tone and lyric
"Here's cheers to your pain"
"Here's cheers to your sorrow"
"As it happens long and gone"
"The damage has already done"
"time to let go, something meant not grow"
These words usually carry me through for sometimes.
They are constructive and wholesome
They are used as a basis for relating values to my issues
They are used as principles to keep me grounded
They are supposedly therapeutic words, useful while they last
But how long can I dwell on these trends of words?
When each day, all I can see is the same old face
The same mask is haunting me down
The same scenario with a repetitive play in my eyes
His sound of voice echoing in my head
Fiona, Fiona, Fiona...
His breathe, heavily on my face
Frankly, words are not enough to heal my pain
This carve in my wrist is done as in a cry for help
A sign of psychological disturbance.
But how can I receive proper help?
When all along, I've been plastering the truth
I've been ashamed to say that I was raped
Yeah, I finally say it!
I busted out the pain
I was raped...
By an unknown core
The evil man, who constantly disturbing my sleep
I find myself in the circle of rape trauma syndrome.
Now my inner voice whispers a different tone and lyric >>
